text_original: And I lay on my back and looked at the sky. It seemed friendly to my thought with its smile, and few white clouds, saffron tinged like the plumes of a white duck in sunlight.
text_transcription: AND I LAY ON MY BACK AND LOOKED AT THE SKY IT SEEMED FRIENDLY TO MY THOUGHT WITH ITS SMILE AND FEW WHITE CLOUDS SAFFRON TINGED LIKE THE PLUMES OF A WHITE DUCK IN SUNLIGHT
phonemes: ænd aɪ lˈeɪ ˌɔn maɪ bˈæk ænd lˈʊkt æt ðə skˈaɪ. ɪt sˈiːmd fɹˈɛndli tə maɪ θˈɔːt wɪð ɪts smˈaɪl, ænd fjˈuː wˈaɪt klˈaʊdz, sˈæfɹən tˈɪndʒd lˈaɪk ðə plˈuːmz əvə wˈaɪt dˈʌk ɪn sˈʌnlaɪt.